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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY C/P Disappeared, without a trace 6/9 R - NC17
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Title: Disappeared, without a trace 6/9
Author: Darksusie - February 04
Series: Voyager
Pairing C/P P/K C/other
Rating: R - NC17
Disclaimer: Voyager and her crew are the property of
Paramount. 
Summary: Tom becomes jealous but he's not quite sure
Back in Harry's cabin, Tom tried to make light of what
they had just witnessed. He assured Harry that it
hadn't bothered him, and that he was happy that
Chakotay had found someone else. Eventually Tom got
around to telling Harry that the Captain thought that
a two-week postponement to the wedding would be a good
idea, giving Chakotay time to settle down. Harry
looked a little upset, grumbled a bit but he bought
the excuse and Tom moved him towards the bedroom. 
Hopefully a good session of lovemaking would sort
things out. But after kissing, Harry turned over
claiming exhaustion. Tom lay awake again and gave a
big sigh, thinking, 'my fucking love life's quickly
going down the toilet.' Wide awake and staring at the
ceiling, he thought over the events since Chakotay's
return. Chakotay had been acting as though he was
deranged, but only in front of Tom and even though he
had been objectionable, Tom's uppermost emotions were
jealousy and need. Even now, after all the
unpleasantness, all Tom wanted to do was rush to the
Commander's cabin and beg him to fuck him and fuck him
hard. At this moment in time Harry didn't matter. He
just wanted Chakotay to tell him he wanted him and
only him and then make him scream with pleasure.

Slowly and quietly, so as not to wake Harry, Tom crept
out of bed and into the bathroom. 

"Computer location of Commander Chakotay."

"Commander Chakotay is in his quarters."

"Is the Commander alone?"

"Negative"

Tom swallowed, "Who is in the Commander's quarters?"

"Commander Chakotay and Ensign Tabor." 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Tom muttered. The thought of
Chakotay and Tabor in bed, the thought of Chakotay
doing to Tabor what he wanted Chakotay to do to him
just made him burn with anger and betrayal and any
thought of arousal quickly disappeared.

Next morning, the lift doors were about to close, when
Chakotay stopped them and stepped in. "Morning Tom,
would you like to join me for breakfast?" Chakotay
looked at Tom with an enigmatic smile touching his
lips. 

"What no Tabor hanging on your arm, this morning?" Tom
snapped unable to keep the anger from his voice. 

"Afraid not, unfortunately, he's sulking. I let slip
what a good kisser Harry is and the green eyed monster
made an appearance."

Tom stared at Chakotay, "What do you mean by that?" 
He grabbed the Commander's shoulder, shaking him. 
"When have you kissed Harry?"

"Don't tell me good, old, honest Harry's not told you
of our little interlude yesterday. Very uplifting,
for Harry anyway. If you know what I mean." The lift
arrived at the Bridge but Chakotay kept the doors
closed. "You'll have to excuse me now the Captain
needs to see me about my future role on Voyager. With
some luck she'll put me in charge of crew discipline,
it's about time I got to put you in your place." The
Commander leant in close, "and I think that place is
over my knee, getting the spanking you deserve," and
with a smile he set off for his meeting.

Harry looked up as Tom entered the bridge but the
pilot avoided eye contact. He'd be having words with
the ensign later. He was mad, very mad but he wasn't
sure if it was because Harry had kept something from
him, just what was Harry doing kissing the commander,
or because Harry had kissed Chakotay, his Chakotay. 
It would be a long time till lunchtime. He could wait
and in the meantime his anger was building.

When his relief came, Tom grabbed Harry and dragged
him back to Tom's cabin. As soon as the doors shut,
Tom turned to his lover.

"OK Harry, anything you'd like to tell me?" 

Harry stared at him baffled, "no I don't think so."

"Oh, you don't want to mention your little scene with
Chakotay, where you swapped spit or do you usually go
around kissing other men behind my back." Tom's voice
was getting quieter as his temper built up. "Come on
share it with me, did you enjoy it. He's a good
kisser, I should know." Tom stepped nearer, his voice
even softer. "Did he get you hard Harry, come on you
can share it with me, after all, I'm only the man
you're going to marry." Tom was now only inches away
from Harry.

Harry gulped nervously, he had never seen Tom this
angry. "It's not what you think, it was Chakotay, he
just grabbed me. It was him who kissed me. I tried
to get away. I didn't tell you because I didn't want
to upset you. Please Tom." 

The thought that Chakotay wanted Harry, just inflamed
Tom further. He grabbed hold of Harry's arm and shook
him. "Did you like it, he said you were hard and
willing," Tom shouted in his face. Tom was getting
confused. He was jealous of Harry. He was jealous of
Chakotay. He was as mad as hell at them both. He
needed a release for all his pent up emotion. He
grabbed Harry and kissed him hard. "You are mine, only
mine, don't forget that," he whispered at the same
time undoing Harry's trousers. Before Harry had
gathered his thoughts, Tom had slicked his fingers,
quickly prepared him and was now entering him with
determination. It was quick, hard, furious and when
Tom saw the tearful face of his lover he realised how
much he had lost it.

"Oh gods I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry. I just don't
want to lose you. I was so jealous." He gathered the
shaking ensign into his arms. But Tom knew deep down
that he had taken him in anger and the anger was
because Chakotay had wanted Harry. 

Next morning things were strained between Harry and
Tom. The ensign felt guilty because he had kissed
the commander and enjoyed it and the pilot felt guilty
because he had taken his rage out on Harry and not
Chakotay. Just as they were getting off shift for
lunch, Tom grabbed Harry's arm. 

"We can't let this come between us, we have too much
to lose. I'm going to see the bastard right now and
have this out with him, tell him to leave us both
alone." Harry mutely nodded, the feeling that
everything was spiralling out of control filling him
with dread.

Tom marched up to the Commander's cabin, tired with
all the games his ex-lover was playing. Chakotay was
toying with people's lives and he didn't seem to care.
Pressing the chime, Tom waited, too angry to be
scared of Chakotay's reaction. It took awhile and
when the door opened Chakotay was stood wrapped only
in a towel. Tom swallowed, avoiding looking at the
Commander's body.

"I need to talk with you, what the fuck do..." Before
Tom had finished the sentence, Tabor came out of the
bedroom fastening up his uniform. Tom felt betrayed. 
When Chakotay had returned he'd expected him to be
upset, a little lovelorn not the horny, unfeeling
bastard he'd turned out to be. Tabor leant over and
kissed Chakotay while the Commander squeezed the
Bajoran's ass. 

"I'll see you tonight," Chakotay lovingly said before
giving Tabor a slow wink. Tom felt a knife twist in
his heart. One whole year before he got over him and
here he was not giving a fuck about his feelings,
flaunting himself not only with his latest lover but
trying it on with Harry as well.

"What were you saying Tom," Chakotay slowly looked him
up and down and then meeting and holding Tom's gaze.

"What the fuck are you playing at. I know you tried
to seduce Harry. Do you hate me that much that you
try to spoil any chance of happiness that I have. 
You've got Tabor, why are you chasing Harry? Why do
you want Harry? Please Chakotay," Tom could hear the
desperation in his voice. "Please just let us be
happy."

"You're wrong Tom." Chakotay leant forward so he was
whispering in Tom's ear. "I don't want Harry, I want
you." Tom gave an involuntary shiver, the hair on his
neck bristling. "I want you Tom. I want you on your
knees with my cock so down your throat you can't
breath. I want you in my bed with me buried so far in
you that you scream for mercy." All the time he was
talking he was getting nearer and nearer to Tom. Tom
was backing away but had nowhere to go. Chakotay
reached up and held his face and gently touched his
lips to Tom's. Tom tried to resist but Chakotay kept
kissing him, gently and with feeling. The younger man
began to melt into the Commander's touch and for what
seemed like ages they kissed with tenderness.
Somewhere in the recesses of his mind Tom knew this
was wrong but it felt so right. Chakotay's hands were
roaming all over Tom's now shaking body and before Tom
realised what was happening Chakotay was on his knees,
slowly licking up the length of Tom's straining
erection. 

"Oh fuck." Tom closed his eyes, all thoughts of Harry
gone, the only thoughts he had were of those warm,
soft lips giving him pleasure. Tom looked down,
taking in Chakotay knelt at his feet, bringing back
memories and with a groan he came, gushing down his
ex-lover's throat. Chakotay stood up and took Tom in
his arms.

"I love you Tom Paris, never forget that. Now you'd
better go before Harry misses you."





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